Thoughts On Thinking

4.26.2020

 

For a caveman

To have an idea

Needed the sun

Above his head

 

But the sun

The same for everyone

Clouded his thoughts instead

 

Needed a fire of his own

To inspire thoughts unknown

And this fire

Needed a handle

And so man

Invented the candle

 

So now

To each man

His own flame

Unclouded thoughts

Left to remain

Forming ideas

The name of the game

And if you couldn’t

No one else to blame

 

But

As it is in life

One hurdle cleared

Presents the next

Another neared

 

For every idea

Pops in your head

A hot melting candle

Above it instead

No epiphany

Just burns

Or worse yet

You’re dead

Left burned by the ideas

Popped in your head

 

Progress

In baby steps

And stages

Attributing to

The Dark Ages

To think of an idea

No desire

When every idea

Resulted in fire

 

Until one day

An idea tapped

To think of ideas

While thinking-capped

 

Brilliance

Resulting in Renaissance

To think in safety

Progress’s response

Above your head

Wear a cap with a sconce

Trimmed with gutters and downspouts

To safely dispatch

The hot wax

Which prior

Only your head there to catch

 

But 

As it is in life

One more hurdle cleared

Presents another

The next hurdle neared

 

The thinking cap

A contraption you’ll find

A burden to carry

Weighs down on your mind

 

Again progress

In baby steps

And stages

In order to prevent

Another Dark Age is

What it took to inspire

Using filament wire

A way to see the light

To think without fire

 

With the burden of weight

Lifted from your mind

Ideas come easy

Solutions you’ll find

 

Saved from Dark Age II

As from laziness, lulled

Came ideas, light-headed

‘Cause above them

Light-bulbed

 

But no rest for the un-wicked

The next Dark Age is feared

Because

As in life

One more hurdle cleared

Only presents another

The next hurdle neared